Before I begin this post, let me get one thing straight. I do not depression eat. But I am a baker (so you have seen throughout my holidays) and therefore am in dire need of relieving my deflated self at the thought of going back to school. And it is no longer just school. It’s senior school. And whoever I talk to jumps to the conclusion that being senior school, I am in for the tough.
I didn’t say Year 12, I said Year 11. Remember?
But it does freak me out a little – a 17 year old me, peer support to little year sevens when I myself can remember that not-too-distance past? Hopefully getting my P-Plates. Ok, now I might need to eat because my heart rate has accelerated. Breathe… relax and remember – I can bake to relax 🙂
Go Bake Yourself 